Friday, October 13, 2006

America's game is best played under the lights on cold October evenings. With managers exhausting bullpens and dramatic home run endings, the post-season is electric. Its tension is reflected in the hopeful eyes of the players draped on the dugout rail and on the faces of fans silently mouthing words of prayer. Case-in-point: on Wednesday night, protecting a three-run lead, and with two out on a full count, the Tigers loaded the bases for Oakland's Frank Thomas. You could hear Motown's collective sigh of relief here in London when The Big Hurt flew out.

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Reviews: Every Tuesday I review, on a go/no-go scale, I review whatever CD, movie, or cheeseburger I've tried lately.
Rants: I don't love everything, so on Thursdays I excoriate those things I don't.
Everything I Love: God created french fries, country music, and discount stores, so we end the week on a high note.